did we really just say good-bye to one half of 2008?!!!
It feels like a run away train,
the images of my life so far.. blurred
I seem to be racing to whatever is at the end of the tracks.
Does it seem unfair that when we are young
and all of life is ahead
we stand unaware of the preciousness of every day?
I confess to submitting to melancholy today
quite similar to the last days of each December.
Of wanting to hit the ‘rewind’ button
and hold my tiny children in my arms again
and smell their just washed hair
.....feel their kisses on my check
or at the very least
And allow each hour today to be filled and overflowing...
to shut the lights tonight feeling it was an abundant day.
I guess I would wish you all a day
of the preciousness.
I smile when I think of the pieces of paper
and small notebooks filled with
one or two lines
that my children will inherit when the train ride is completed.
My own poetry.
Words from a song or a book.
Lines from a movie on film
or one made up in my head…….
Like this one jotted down so quickly in a tiny notebook
“There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass” (Charles Kuralt).
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.
I read these notations and try to think back to the writing
there is no notation of the date
none of the thoughts that I am certain followed the writing...
no reason behind my
wanting to remember.
Just the saving of words and thoughts
An attempt at hitting the 'Pause' button I suspect.